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Nº 88. THURSDAY, JANUARY  31 TH ,2001

FUSIONED - DIRECTED - WRITTEN AND CORRESPONDED BY: MENASSA 2002

WE DON'T KNOW HOW TO SPEAK BUT WE DO IT IN SEVERAL LANGUAGES 
SPANISH, FRENCH, ENGLISH, GERMAN, ARABIAN, 
PORTUGUESE, ITALIAN, CATALAN

La danza Interminable

INDIO GRIS, IS A PRODUCT
OF  A FUSION
THE BRIGTHENESS OF THE GREY
AND
THE JARAMA INDIAN
THE FUSION WITH MORE FUTURE  OF THE 
XXI CENTURY

Indio Gris


INDIO GRIS Nº 88

YEAR II

 EDITORIAL

There are moments when you can't any longer.
There are days when life is unreachable,
When pain produces thoughts
Of a far away death, here, with me.

Future calls me with its voice of delirium,
it shortens distances, it alights lightly
on my tired muscles, it closes my eyes,
it takes off the lid of my brain and everything is grey.

There are days when words are not enough
nor the juvenile memories full of love,
those dry days, twisted, with no tears
when pain is so great that there is no pain.

Beloved, my beloved, help me to hide
these blank pages for no one to know
for no one ever to know about this pain.

There was an afternoon, a day in which I couldn't write.

I thought I was flying, that I was the bird
which flew the highest, and I fell.
I dreamt that I loved you sweetly
I dreamt that you loved me with ardour
and the hurricane-like wind of your jealousy
froze the warm desert of love.

Afterwards, when awakening I realised
that falling and flying were the same kiss.
that ice and frenzy were the same love,
that giving and receiving didn't correspond each other.

 I thought I flew, that I was the man
who best defended his freedom and I fell,
but not because I wanted to, they trampled me down,
they bullied my light smile.

A man killed a man just for the sake of it,
the modern states, with their precariousness,  
tortured and killed in the same way
the passive victims as well as the murderers.

The guilty person was looked for and every time
we found ourselves with a tunnel of hatred.
And always  some guilty person was found
though truth seemed black, in the silence.

The heart hurt, the words hurt,
guilty, guilty, we all were.
To live without living, to love each other with no passion
and we all were in agreement.

   Darling,

                 Today, I hoist the word freedom before your amazed eyes.
Be careful with her, don't try to own her, nor to be indifferent.
At the same time I love you and I put you in chains and chained I love you more.

Freedom are your caresses, she told me before disappearing.

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   Today, she realised I was a little worried and she said to me:

- Look, doctor, to open yourself, to open yourself, to open yourself, it isn't, it doesn't mean to abandon the direction, what it means is to lead more persons, to articulate more power.

 - How do you know that I'm interested in those things?

 - Nothing, I simply imagine that you won't want to be just a psychoanalyst. Don't you worry, doctor, I'm here to redeem you.  I'll be the burning flame of your night. After me, doctor, no one will forget you.

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She not only choked with my semen, but also or even more, with my words. The other day I told her that we should die to know and she responded that I was a murderer. I said to her that she shouldn't make a big fuss about it and she answered that if she had to allow someone to kill her, she would do it, but that she would prefer to make love.

- And this time, how do you want it: wrapped in black tulips from Holland, seasoned, macerated in Turkish anise or do you want in your mother's pussy style?

 - Listen to me, baby, the man, I had told you in the previous book, can't stand any longer. He is sinking.

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SOME POLITICS OR RECOLECCIÓN DE BASURA

   The rebellions are those which don't fructify as a transformation. Rebellion is what is suffocated.

Rebelliousness is another history of the world, is another history that didn't occur. 

   I'm not afraid of not knowing how to say, I'm afraid of not knowing how to write, of not reaching but only my contemporaries or at the most the next century. That was said by several writers, among them, Sartre. It must be something that it is said to compromise, just in case other worlds may exist, other centuries that may come to read us, may they know that they have been taken into account in our writing.

Oh, far away and unknown worlds!
Oh, future centuries!
I love you.

 INDIO GRIS   


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